Clone Wars Clone Commandos Novels & Stories

“Not anymore.” THE BLACK DRIVE – STILL IN THE MACHINE. The voice changed. New file unlocked. A failsafe message from Rafael. One Ember had never heard before. > “If Subject E1 reaches memory instability… deploy the Echo Clone.” “Codename: Morrow.” The screen flashed red. > Echo Clone currently in containment. Location: Vault-0. Status: Awake. She stared at the words: > Echo Clone. Morrow. A second backup. Not Beta. Not a mirror. A perfected control version.

“They’ve integrated nanotech.” “Stay back,” Adrian growled. The clones moved. Fast — a blur of motion. The tunnel erupted with gunfire and sparks. Adrian rolled behind a support beam, firing burst after burst. Two clones dropped, twitching as their systems overloaded, but the others closed in. Lena ducked behind a broken pipe, returning fire with steady precision. The recoil stung her hands, but she kept shooting, forcing them back. Then one of the clones lunged from the side, grabbing her wrist and slamming her into the wall. She kicked hard, twisting free just as Adrian rushed forward. His blade flashed in the dim light, slicing through armor and cable.

Charli install a bomb inside the hotel, within 2 hours I need to finish my mission because if I failed, I would explode into pieces along with those people who stayed here in the Hotel. When those Indian boys disappeared in my sight, my face automatically turned into dark and serious aura when I also realized that I am in front of my guest’s Room, which is Mr. Chen, a Chinese Businessman, and my target. I continued walking towards the door when someone blocked my way that made me stopped. It is his Bodyguards.

Lucas won, of course, but I am pretty sure he would still be buying the three of us ice cream. “Hey El, this claw machine is a scam. In fact, all of these are. You will just be wasting your tokens here,” Lucas said. They are already beside me. “I know, but I saw this cute little white cat and thought of you. I thought of giving it to you. Look, it looks like you. Especially when you are annoyed,” I responded, speaking what is on my mind. I was still playing the game while I spoke. This is getting irritating, why can’t this little cute cat just go with the claw?

Enough for the clone to drive a knee into his side, crack a rib, and slam him into the wall. Elias coughed. Blood hit the floor. The clone stepped forward. “Did they give you a name?” Elias wiped his mouth. “I took one.” The clone’s eyes narrowed. “That was your first mistake.” The power flickered. Then failed. Backup lights surged on—blood red. Shade’s voice came through Elias’s comm: “Extraction window closing. Four minutes. If you’re not topside—” Elias pulled the comm off. Faced the clone again.

The stars seemed to snap into existence as Jose Fonseca-Three Hundred Forty six dropped hyper, switched his sensors to max, and scanned the surrounding volume of space. Something that he, plus all 876 of his "brothers" had done countless times before. In spite of the fact that the Clone Hegemony had joined the Confederacy at the conclusion of the second Dodvalian war, they continued to maintain their own military forces and placed little reliance on the Confederate Navy. That being the case, the clones conducted regular patrols along their section of the Galaxy - mostly to control smuggling, but to ensure their sovereignty as well.

“She’s been cloning more than me.” A soft hiss drew their attention. The door behind them slid open, and the clone stepped in. His shirt was torn, bloodless despite the fight. His face was calm again. “You can’t run from perfection,” he said. Liam stepped forward, shielding Ava behind him. “You’re not perfect. You’re empty.” The clone tilted his head. “And you’re obsolete.” He moved first too fast. Liam barely blocked the first hit, but the second landed across his jaw. The fight was brutal, silent except for the sound of fists meeting flesh and the hum of the pods vibrating from the impact.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

She would have remembered, because whoever he was, he smelled divine. The Arabian sniffed through the undergrowth again, causing the rustling noise she’d heard. Inhaling a steady breath, Isabella inched backward. She needed to get the hell outta here before he discovered her, but the sound of his deep voice froze her in place. “Find anything?” he asked. A small band of wolves stepped into the clearing, all in human form. One of them stepped forward. “No, Commander,” he answered. Commander. The haunches of Isabella’s fur bristled. These weren’t just any

“Don’t call me that.” It was a threat that sent shivers on Amir’s spine. He might be young but his presence was as overwhelming as the head of the clan and the commander of the midnight serpents. His cold voice and icy glare would be enough to make average people tremble in fear. He could feel his authority by just standing there, even without saying a word. There was no doubt that the young man in front of him was Arkin Dio Amiel Josiah von Clandestine— the one and only crown prince of the empire.